Myriad Musings, Random Obsessions and Periodic Adventures of a Life-Long Denizen of the Pacific NorthWest.

Friday, November 26, 2004

It must be Thanksgiving. I received what is rapidly turning into a yearly fishing email from ex flame yesterday. Last time this year he emailed to see if I'd gotten married yet. Yep. This year he wants to know if I'm knocked up yet. Yep. And as usual, no response to my "so how are *you*?" reply so I have no idea what's going on in his life. On the one hand it's kind of flattering to know an old flame is thinking about you over the holidays. On the other hand, kind of sad and pathetic.

Wellsprings

Babbles

River Banks

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"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters." — Norman Maclean